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Everyone loves going down memory
lane. So did I the other day when I came across a magazine with which I had
worked as co-editor. Not that I had any special association with it but yes, I
had worked for it very hard. In fact, it marked the beginning of my
professional writing. Though there was nothing to brag about, content in the
magazine for school children was reasonably fine.
Turning its pages, I came across
a few articles I had written. As I ran through them, I was a little taken aback.
Was it I? Was I so immature? I must confess I wasn’t comfortable reading what I
had written a couple of years ago. An article I had written about nature and
poems could be the worst of it. I had quoted eminent English poets, mentioned
their rhymes and written my own interpretations. Today, I feel most of the
interpretations were wrong. The article didn’t have flow, flair or some
message!
Adding to my guilt feeling was
this poem. Yes, of course, mine. It was worse than the write-up (Remember, I’…

The definition of happiness may
differ from person to person but most would agree that the happiest man is the
one who gets an uninterrupted sleep. Not that I suddenly started talking about
sleep as I’ve lost my sleep over something or I am suffering from insomnia. I
felt like talking about it after I saw such a happy man the other day.
Cozy beds and comfortable houses
don’t necessarily bring undisturbed sleep. Those who retire for the day under
the open sky or find shelter at public places like bus stands and railway
stations or find refuge in huge water pipes lying by the roadside would
certainly bust the myth of ‘comfort sleep’.
However, all those days, I believed that people, no matter how
desperately wanted to sleep, would choose at least safe places! This is where
our happy man stands out; he was sleeping on the road divider in the middle of
a maddening traffic.
I chanced to look at him while
crossing the road. Honking vehicles and the usual mess we are used to on our
roads w…

I have been working with The Times of India for couple of years writing in–depth articles on varied subjects. Though it’s all occupied with news, life has so much happening beyond and above the news. Yeah, I have not seen too many summers but most certainly tried my best to tan it out in the fewer ones I have experienced. I am here because I fundamentally like to speak to people and also to hear them out. And why restrict ourselves to flippant talks when we can have more serious and sensible conversations? It can’t be sweet nothings when we think and analyse a little more, we know it’s much more difficult. It’s an open book where we can divulge everything that seems intricate in simpler and uncomplicated terms. Let’s collect beautiful pearls from the vast ocean and we know, we have so much to explore because it’s vast, deep and expansive. And pearls are precious because each of them comes straight from our heart and enriches our lives.